I do, on occasion, wish that I had multiple sets of parentals.

The meal pictured above brings about such thoughts. Let me start from the beginning: my boyfriend has the most awesome parents in the world. They're complete foodies (just like me.) Every meal his mother has ever cooked for me has been delicious times twelve. During one of our weekend visits there, his mother conjured up a recipe for seitan wellington with a red wine gravy. It was godly. She also made us some vegan stuffing, equally as delicious.















Then for dessert, his mother made phyllo tarts- berry with Toffutti cream cheese filling and an apple walnut one. Alright, these weren't exactly for dessert, they were much more like finger food to snack on while the real meal was being prepared. I like the way that woman thinks.

Apple Cake

I spent this past weekend at my mom's, doing laundry and making use of her spacious kitchen. I'm always pretty envious of her kitchen and its appliances because I have the tiniest kitchen known to man. I have absolutely no counter top space; almost everything I prepare has to be done on my kitchen table. Did I mention my kitchen table isn't even a real kitchen table? It was a model dining set Dave inherited when he first moved out on his own. And, it's tiny. Really tiny.

Needless to say, when my mother asked me to bake for her, I seized the opportunity to cook in what I deem a 'real kitchen'. My baking endeavors were mainly brought on by the question: "What fruit do I have that's about to go bad?" Answers: apples and bananas. So, I made my mother my favorite recipe for banana bread, and now it's her favorite, too!

The second dessert I made, using the aforementioned apples was apple cake. We found this recipe scribbled inside the cover of one my great grandmothers old cook books. Being that my great grandmother is pretty critical when it comes to food and cooking, I was proud that I was able to veganize her recipe. It was was fan-freakin'-tastic. I'll post the recipe sometime in the near future, I just can't remember it off the top of my head.